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Things will get worse before they get better!  We know that, we are always told. But how? How does it happen? Do you ever wonder? How come, we go so low to such a miserable altitude to rise again, up and flying, so high? Some law of nature, a miracle, or divine intervention?  Or just adjustment,  human ingenuity Our tendency to make the best of what we are dealt!  A desire to improve ourselves,  our behaviour to change our direction, to get better, to find a solution, to resolve! Till we make yet another blunder! 

Yes, all this time, the money had been there, it had been, for the past 40-45 years!  And there was a lot of it! I couldn't count, but Babli would, once the cook was out of the room!  Babli got rid of the cook, giving her some big money from her cupboard, and asked her to go shopping, to buy stuff for a feast, whatever she wanted to cook and eat!  Bewildered at the change in the atmosphere, the cook left with the money! I was so relieved, that I felt like just folding up and sleeping myself, but I knew, Babli needed me the most. She had not been very well, and the tension of past few years had also taken its toll.  Well, once, she had checked the money in the box, "wink wink", that I had been hiding, she could relax, I thought. Soon she was sitting and sipping her tea, I was sure she was planning her next move, as she had to. She wouldn't need to do anything now, I mean things, that she didn't want to do, things that others wanted her to do.  And I couldn't wa...